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sukkos a mushel zich tzi lernen - english english 5787
Выпуск: sukkos a mushel zich tzi lernen - english english 5787. Темы: не определены автоматически. One question led to another, and long after beautifully set tables, the candles, the Kiddush, and the the room had nearly emptied, zemiros rising around him stirred a feeling he could they were still sitting together. ַּב�ּ �ֻּסּ �ֹּכּת �ֵּת �ְׁשׁבּוּ �ִׁשׁ ְבְ ַעַ ת ָיָ ִמִ ים �ָּכָ ל ָהֶאְזְ ָָרח .ְּב�ִּיִ ְׂש�ׂ ָָרֵאֵ ל �ֵיְֵׁשׁבּוּ ַּב�ּ �ֻּסּ �ֹּכּת I In a large, bustling city lived a Jewish man named Nachum. In the sukkah, we learn how to Ushpizin, he can consider how he speaks, what live with that awakened heart—and, with occupies his thoughts, and how he conducts the right companions beside us, carry its himself. The beautifully set tables, the candles, the Kiddush, and When he arrived at the hotel, he stopped just inside the zemiros rising around him stirred a feeling he could the entrance, his travel bag in his hand. He had barely returned to his to protect it, especially when you no longer feel the street, and already he was embarrassed by something warmth you feel here.” that had meant so much to him yesterday. He can draw closer influences that pull him downward now enters to a good friend, commit to a regular shiur, and an atmosphere of kedushah, helping him step away from surroundings that weaken him. It must a setting in which it can grow.” The change survive an ordinary day, when the aron kodesh becomes something we actually do, involving is closed and his familiar routine begins again. Dear friends, this mashal opens a window Then comes the question the rav asked into a precious teaching about Sukkos from Nachum: “Where are you going back to?” Rav Shimshon Pincus, zt”l. find a place among people who live the life you want to He no longer sat near the exit; he pulled up a chair build, with people to daven with, learn with, and turn to at the table. sessions that will help us keep them, carrying This is how a Jew should look at his sukkah: the kedushah of these days into the ordinary “Here, myYiras Shamayim has a home.
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- A Mushel Zich Tzi Lernen - English
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- 26 сентября 2026 г.
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- 5
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ַּב�ּ �ֻּסּ �ֹּכּת �ֵּת �ְׁשׁבּוּ �ִׁשׁ ְבְ ַעַ ת ָיָ ִמִ ים �ָּכָ ל ָהֶאְזְ ָָרח .ְּב�ִּיִ ְׂש�ׂ ָָרֵאֵ ל �ֵיְֵׁשׁבּוּ ַּב�ּ �ֻּסּ �ֹּכּת I In a large, bustling city lived a Jewish man named Nachum. His small apartment was on the third floor of an old building, overlooking a street that hardly ever grew quiet. Long after dark, people wandered among the shops, music drifted through open windows, and a familiar group of friends gathered at the corner. They talked, laughed, and passed the hours together, often forgetting how late it had become. Nachum was one of them. He knew everyone, and everyone knew him. Whenever he arrived, someone pulled up a chair. Whenever he told a joke, everyone laughed. Days slipped into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Torah and mitzvos were far removed from his life. He did not know how to learn a page of Gemara, and he had never davened an entire tefillah from a siddur. Yet sometimes, when he returned home late at night and closed the door behind him, the silence felt strangely heavy. There was no one here to laugh with. He would put his keys on the table, sit down, and stare at the walls. “Another day is over,” he would think. “And…